following the scent
there is shelter down
the road
or so we heard
by way of mouth
forget wifi or satellite
they’re of no use here
and haven’t been
for what seems
like centuries
we’ve been sleeping
by day
and hoofing it
by night
all the while chronicaling
our journey
just in case
we don’t make it out alive
we lost our means
of transport
nearly a fortnight
ago
by now must surely
be catapulting
toward the stars
we keep telling ourselves
if anyone wonders
we don’t know anything
about our designated
driver’s whereabouts
but we still believe she’s the key
to getting us the hell
out of here
november two thousand eighteen
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Love this my friend
Thanks so much, Nyx!
You’re welcome
I travel with you on a sea of words
Thank you so much for the lovely comment, Lara! My best wishes to you and yours!